The Eighth Wonder

HP Blavatsky @ Theosophy Trust

The Eighth Wonder

BY AN "UNPOPULAR PHILOSOPHER"(Written in 1889)

Just back from under the far-reaching shadow of
the eighth wonder of the World  the gigantic iron carrot that goes by the
name of the Eiffel Tower. Child of its country, wondrous in its size, useless
in its object, as shaky and vacillating as the Republican soil upon which
it is built, it has not one single moral feature of its seven ancestors,
not one trait of atavism to boast of. The architectural Leviathan of 1889
is not even  in the question of usefulness  on a par with the New York statue
of Liberty, that-would-be rival of the ancient Pharos. It is simply one
of the latest fungi of modern commercial enterprise, grown on the soil of
cunning speculation, in order to attract numberless flies  in the shape
of tourists from the four points of the world  which it very conscientiously
does. Even its splendid engineering does not add to its usefulness, but
forces even an "unpopular philosopher" to exclaim, "Vanitas
vanitatum; omnia vanitas." Shall modern civilization still
lift its nose and sneer at its ancient and elder sister?

The wonders of the world, the seven marvels of the Pagans, ill never
be replaced in our days. M. de Lesseps' admirers may look contemptuously
back on the causeway built by Dexiphanes, three centuries before our conceited
era, but the astral atoms of himself, as those of his son, Sostratus the
Cnidian, may rest undisturbed and need feel no jealousy. The architecture
of the marble tower of Pharos erected "to the gods, the Saviours, for
the benefit of sailors" has hitherto remained unrivalled, in the public
good derived from it, at all events. And this we may say, despite e creation
of the Long Island statue of Liberty.

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For verily, all the wonders of our age are destined to become but the
ephemera of the century that is slowly approaching us, while they remain
but the dreams and often the nightmares of the present era. All this will
surely pass away and be no more. A seismic breath in Egypt may occur tomorrow
and the earth will then "open her mouth" and swallow the waters
of the Cana1 of Suez, and it will become an impassable bog. A Terremotos, or worse still a succussatore, as they are called in South America,
may lift the Long Island with its "Liberty" and toss them both
a hundred feet high in the blue air, but to drop them down, covering their
watery grave with the never-drying salt tears of the Atlantic Ocean. Who
can tell? "Non Deus prvidet tantum sed et divini ingenii viri"saith sly Cicero in his De Divinatione, treating of cosmic phenomena.
And the same thing threatens Lutetia that was, or Paris that is, and our
own British Isles. No; never has God predicted as much as has the divine
intellect of man; surely not. Nor would Cicero's feelings change, had he
ever read the War Cry in his day or entertained a couple of Adventists.
And what would be Cicero, after all, in the presence of a modem Materialist?
How would he feel? I asked myself. Would he confess himself non-plussed,
or would he remark  as Job did to the new philosopher, his persecutor  "Hast
thou not poured (modern) wisdom out as milk and curdled it like cheese,"
enough to show us what it is?

Where are ye, O relics of the departed Pagan glories! Shall we suspect
in you solar myths, or hope that we see a reincarnation of the hanging gardens
of Babylon in the glass and iron whale and its two gigantic glass umbrella
sticks named the Crystal Palace building? Avaunt such insulting thoughts.
The restless eidolon  if any be left  of haughty Semiramis can still admire
her work in the astral gallery of eternal images, and call it "unparalleled."
The Mausoleum of Artemisia remains unrivalled by that of the proudest
raised only "to the gods of the Stock-Exchange, the Destroyers of mutual
capital."

Fane of the Ephesian Diana, what temple shall ever equal thee in poetry!
Modern statues, whether equestrian or pedestrian, that now fill the halls
of the French Exhibition, which of you can ever put to blush the astral
eidolon of the Olympian Jupiter by Phidias? To which of the sculptors or
painters of our proud era shall a modern Philippus of Thessalonica address
the words spoken to the divine Greek artist: "O Phidias, either the
God has descended from heaven on earth to show himself to thee, or it is
thou who hast ascended to contemplate the God!"

"No doubt but we are (not) the people, and Wisdom was (not) born
with us," nor shall it die with us, let us add.

Long rows of pottery and bronzes, of cunning weapons, toys and shoes
and other wares are daily inspected by admiring crowds on the Exhibition
grounds. Well, the "unpopular philosopher" would unhesitatingly
exchange all these for a glance at the collection of Mr. Flinders Petrie
now to be viewed at Oxford Mansions. Those unique treasures have been just
exhumed on the site of the Kahun, of the twelfth dynasty. Between the industry
of the XIXth century A.D., and that of the XXVIth B.C. (accepting, to avoid
a quarrel, the chronology of the modern antiquarians and excavators) the
palm must be awarded to the latter, and it is easy to show why. All these
weapons, domestic and agricultural implements, foreign weights, necklaces,
toys, coloured threads, textiles, and shoes now on view, have that unique
feature about them that they carry us back to the days of Enoch and Methuselah,
on the authority of Biblical chronology. The exhibits, we are told, relate
to the twelfth dynasty 2,600 years B.C., if we have to believe archaeological
calculations, i.e., they show to us what kind of shoes were worn
250 years before the deluge. The idea alone that one may be gazing at the
very sandals that have, perhaps, dropped from the feet of the first Grand
Master and Founder of Masonry, Enoch, when "God took him," must
fill the heart of every Masonic believer in Genesis with reverential delight.
Before such a grand possibility, into what pale insignificance dwindles
down the pleasure of inhaling the smell of Russian leather, in the shoe
gallery at the Paris Exhibition. No believer in "godly Enoch, the first
born of Cain-Seth-Jared," Khanoch the Initiator, no true Mason ought
to run over to gay Paris, with such a treasure within his reach.

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But we have still the Pyramids of Egypt left to us to admire and unravel  if
we can. The pyramid of Cheops is the sphinx and wonder
of our century, as it was that of the age of Herodotus. We see only its
skeleton, whereas the "Father of History" examined it with its
outer coating of immaculate marble. It was defiled, however, with the record
of 1,600 talents1 spent only in radishes,
onions and garlic for the workmen. Let us pause, before we turn our olfactory
organ from the emanations of such unpoetical food. For with the ancients
was wisdom, though it passeth now our understanding. Let us hesitate before
we pass judgment lest we should be caught in our own craftiness. The said
onions and garlic may be as symbolical as the Pythagorean beans. Let us
humbly wait till better understanding descends upon us. Quien sabe? The
beautiful outer casing of both the pyramids  of Cheops and Sendaophis  has
disappeared, engulfed in the palaces of Cairo and other cities. And with
them are gone inscriptions and engraved records and cunning hieratic symbols.
Does not the "Father of History" confess his dislike to speaking
of things divine, and does he not avoid dwelling on symbology? Let us seek
light and help from the great learned Orientalists, the artificers of Greek
Speech and Akkadian Lampesuk. We have hitherto learnt many a strange story.
Perchance we may be yet told that these "radishes, onions and garlic"
are but so many "solar myths" and  blush for our ignorance.

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But what was the fate of the last of the Seven Wonders of the World?
Where are we to look for the relics of the brazen giant, the Colossus of
Rhodes, whose mighty feet trod upon the two moles which formed the gate
of the harbour and between whose legs ships passed full sail, and sailors
hurried with their votive offerings? History tells us that the chef d'uvre of the disciple of Lysippus, who passed twelve years in making it, was partially destroyed by an earthquake 224 B.C.
It remained for about 894 years in ruins. Historians are not in the habit
of telling people what became of the remains of the six wonders; nor that
every great nation possessed its seven wonders  witness China, which had
its Porcelain Tower of Nankin,2 now, as says
a writer, only "found piecemeal in walls of peasants' huts." Yet
it is rumoured in some old chronicles that the poor Colossus was sold to
a Jew.

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Queer volumes may be found at times in the shops of old Russian dissenters
at Moscow. One of such is a thick infoglio in the Slavonian language called,"
The acts, clerical and lay, from the Chronicles of Baronius, collected in
old monasteries; translated from the Polish and printed in the metropolis
of Moscow, in the year of the Lord 1791." In this very curious volume
full of archaic facts and statements, historical and
long forgotten records beginning with the year 1, one can read under the
year A.D. 683, on page 706, the following:

"The Saracen having destroyed and despoiled the Roman land ceaseth
not his wicked depredation even on the sea.3Their leader Maguvius, strong and terrible, returneth
to Rhodos the island, marcheth to the brazen idol, whose name was Colossus
(sic), the idol exalted as the seventh World-Wonder, and which
stood over the Rhodos harbour. His height was twenty-and-one-hundred feet (stopa).4 Soil-covered and
moss-grown was the idol since its upper part fell to the ground, but he
had remained otherwise whole to that very day. Maguvius overthrew the trunk
less legs and sold them with the rest to a Jew. Sad was the end of
that world wonder "

And elsewhere the chronographer adds that the Jew's name was Aaron of
Edessa. He is not the only one to volunteer the information. Other old writers
add that the Jew having broken up the Colossus, with the help of the Saracen
warriors, into pieces, loaded 900 camels with them. The value of the brass
material reached £36,000 English money in the Eastern markets. Sic
transit gloria mundi.

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Before the Jew and the Mussulman, moreover, the Rhodians themselves are
said to have received large sums of money from pious donors to repair and
put up the Colossus anew. But they cheated their gods and their fellow-men.
They divided the money, the honest trustees, and put an end to legal enquiry
by throwing the blame on the Delphic oracle, which had forbidden them, as
they averred, to restore the Colossus from its ruins. And thus ended the
last of the Wonders of the old Pagan world, to make room for the wonder
of the Christian era  the ever-speculating, money-making Jew. There is a
legend in Slavonian Folklore  or shall we say a prophecy?  that after the
lapse of untold ages, when our globe will have become decrepit and old through
wear and tear, underground speculation and geological zeal, this "best
of the worlds possible"  in Dr. Pangloss' estimation  shall be bought
at auction by the Jews  broken up for old metal, pounded into a formless
heap, and rolled into balls as shares. After which the sons of Jacob and
Abraham will squat around the sorry relics on their haunches, and hold counsel
as to the best means of transferring it to the next Jewish bazaar and palming
off the defunct globe on some innocent Christian in search of a second-hand
planet. Such is the legend.

Se non e vero é ben trovato. At any rate the prophecy is
suggestive even if allegorical. For indeed, if the Colossus of Rhodes could
be sold for old brass to one Jew with such facility, then every crowned
Colossus in Europe has reason to tremble for his fate. Why should not every
Sovereign thus pass, one after the other, into the hands of the Jew in general,
since they have been in that clutching grasp for some time already? If the
reader shakes his head and remarks on this that the royal Colossi are not
made of brass, but occupy their respective thrones "by the Grace of
God" and are "God's anointed"  he will be meekly told that
as "the Lord giveth, so the Lord taketh" and that he is "no
respecter of persons." Besides which there is somehow or somewhere
Karma involved in that business. Few are those Potentates who do not find
themselves head over ears  golden thrones and breadless subjects  in debt
with one or other king of Jewry. After all, the "Lord," by whose
grace they are all enthroned, from the late King Soulouk to the latest Prince
of Bulgaria, is the same El-Shadài, the omnipotent, the mighty Jehovah-Izabaoth,
the god whom they, or their fathers  which is all one to him "to whom
a thousand |years are as one day"  have unlawfully carried off from
his "Holy of Holies" and confined in their own altars. The sons
of Israel are, in fact and justice, his legitimate children, his "chosen
people." Hence it would only be a piece of retributive justice, a kind
of tardy Nemesis, should the day come when the Jew, claiming his own, shall
carry off as old material the last of the kings, before he proceeds to paint
afresh, as new goods, the globe itself.